[Raph hangs over the garbage can, eyes closed, and convulses with dry heaves that wrack his whole body. But there's nothing in his stomach. All he can throw up is more threads of mucous.]
I d-d-don' feel g-good. [He moans and heaves again. And even with his brothers' hands on him, he just can't stay upright.]
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I d-d-don' feel g-good. [He moans and heaves again. And even with his brothers' hands on him, he just can't stay upright.]